"You? You... you knew everything."
“I know that Fu Yao came to me with the things you told me, and later threatened me with Xun Zhi’s life to make us separate. She said that you had been waiting for me and missed the chance to recognize Fu Quan because of this.”
"I'm late, Song Xingyao."
He held her tightly in his arms, and because they were so close to the ground, his words were carried to her ears by the wind.
She couldn't hear what was said after that; she didn't know if it was because the fireworks were too loud or if the wind had blown into her ears.
He said, "We're standing together now. Song Xingyao, I won't let you chase after me anymore. We're together."
The fireworks stopped, and silence returned to the surroundings, except for lingering gray-black smoke rising in the dark night sky in the distance.
She parted her lips slightly, remaining stunned for a long time.
So he knew all along.
Seeing that Song Xingyao did not respond, Fu Siming panicked.
He gently shook her. "Song Xingyao, let's start over, okay? Even if it means you have to fall in love with me all over again, this time you don't have to stay in the same place. I'll wait for you."
His deep voice carried a hint of seduction, and when their eyes met, Song Xingyao saw her reflection in his eyes.
He nodded as if possessed.
Before Fu Siming could react, Song Xingyao was already wrapped around his waist and being spun around.
She agreed! She really agreed!!
Fu Siming felt like he was dreaming.
Along the way, Fu Siming seemed to have flipped a switch, pouring out everything that had happened during that period.
Including the matter of Fu Xunzhi.
She covered her mouth and fell backward. Fu Siming quickly explained, "The toxins in his body have basically been metabolized now, but we don't know if the medicine has any side effects."
"So that's why you had that expression when I said he had separation anxiety last time? Because you didn't know whether he was actually affected by the medication."
"Yes." Fu Siming turned his head away.
Once the car had come to a stop, Song Xingyao turned his face towards her. "It's not your fault, it's Fu Yao's fault, it's me. This medicine should have been on me, shouldn't it?"
Of course she remembered the injections Fu Yao had Lilith give her, but she never expected that these injections would end up in Fu Xunzhi's body after his birth.
No matter how much she hated it, she knew whose fault it really was.
Fu Siming took all the blame for the evil deeds Fu Yao had committed, because he felt that he had brought Fu Yao upon himself.
But if that's the case, doesn't Song Xingyao also bear some responsibility? That story was told by her, which gave Fu Yao the opportunity to get close to Fu Siming.
She shook her head, feeling a pang of heartache. She finally understood why he had always been evasive whenever Fu Xunzhi was mentioned in front of him during that time.
She thought Fu Siming wasn't looking forward to this at all.
Although she was angry that he underestimated her ability to cope, and angry that he had kept Fu Xunzhi's situation a secret for so long.
But now I feel more heartache and frustration.
Seeing her expression, Fu Siming smiled and pinched her cheek.
"It's all in the past." He didn't know if he was saying this to comfort himself or to comfort her.
Although I wanted to kidnap her back to Haiyan right then and there, I thought about it and decided to give her some time to calm down.
Fu Siming watched her go upstairs before driving away.
Seeing the rare joy on his face, Aunt Qi figured the young mistress must be coming back.
Although she hasn't returned yet, the young master has recently been asking me to prepare the dishes that the young mistress used to like, and he's been smiling more often.
The room also seemed to have a rare bit of life in it.
Fu Siming looked at the furnishings in the room. Almost everything in Haiyanli hadn't changed its position. Fortunately, she had returned.
I barely slept a wink all night, unable to believe how quickly our relationship had progressed overnight.
When Song Xingyao went out in the morning, she found that the familiar car was already parked downstairs.
She opened the door and got into the car, then suddenly realized what was happening.
No one except residents can drive into this community. How did he manage to drive his car downstairs?
I carefully recalled Qiao Yiming's reaction when he first came, and the day Fu Siming visited me late at night!
She should have realized it sooner!
"This house was rented to me? You knew I was back all along? And you deliberately sent Xunzhi to my side?"
"..." When the matter was exposed, Fu Siming certainly dared not make excuses and could only confess honestly, begging for leniency.
No wonder he's a psychology expert who studied abroad...
Nothing escapes her eyes. Even if she wanted to say something witty, she wouldn't dare to be presumptuous on the first day the two reconciled.
"Great, she even recruited Queen Qiao as a spy. I'll find a chance to teach her a lesson."
I never expected that Qiao Yiming would sell me out for the female lead! Even though it was our first meeting, he told me not to forgive Fu Siming so easily.
She was fuming the whole way, and Fu Siming thought she looked more energetic and vibrant than before, much better than when she didn't care about anything and always agreed to everything.
In this light, she owes her transformation over the past four years to Zhuo Wen.
Because neither of them had slept well, they arrived very early today, so early that they happened to run into at least eight or ten researchers.
Someone with sharp eyes recognized Fu Siming and realized with shock that their colleague was actually the wife of President Fu who had disappeared four years ago, a story known to everyone...
I ate my fill of watermelon early in the morning.
Now, everyone at the research institute should know.
Looking at the people coming and going, Song Xingyao couldn't help but suspect that the man was doing it on purpose.
Just as I was about to get off the bus, I felt a force pulling me backward from behind.
Fu Siming nestled affectionately against her neck, his hands held tightly in her grasp, unable to move.
Song Xingyao said, "Let go of me, I need to go to work."
Although he was saying it, he didn't make any resistance with his hands.
Fu Siming's slightly hoarse voice, as light as a feather, brushed against her neck, sending a tingling sensation through her, "I'll pick you up and take you home tonight."
After a long while, he heard a woman's response, "Okay."
Only then did he reluctantly let go of her.
As Song Xingyao stepped into the research lab, she glanced back and met the man's reluctant gaze.
She waved to him and mouthed goodbye to him.
Then the automatic door behind them separated the two from each other's view.
Pei Jing sensed that Fu Siming was inexplicably in high spirits today, and the only person who could make him so happy was probably Song Xingyao.
I asked a tentative question.
As expected, I received a positive response.
"Postpone tonight's schedule and help me contact a florist to send 999 red roses to Haiyan."
"Congratulations to the president and his wife on their reconciliation."
Sure enough, yesterday's fireworks display was specially prepared for the lady.
Pei Jing wondered: Are fireworks really that useful?
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